Friday, March 13, 2009


"e" at 'Life in Progress" says that since today is Friday the 13th, and the second inside of 4 weeks, that we are to tell a Ghost Story. I have no talent for fiction, so I am hard pressed to do aything but re-publish the only true Ghost Story I know.
It all happened just like I say... I was there!

Down here we had the Womacks, all big trouble and notoriously violent, with the eldest of the three brothers, Joe, being the most badass'd.
One Friday night Little Panama comes running into the local Foosers Hut and hollers that Fightin' Joe Womack has barricaded himself in the old abandoned Boys Ranch House for Orphans and that anyone going in there gets thrown out the second floor window.

Of Course the place empties out, and a caravan forms up to journey down Devils Backbone, a twisting turning roller coaster road that dead ends into the Boys Ranch where a crowd has gathered in the dark outside of the dilapidated two story wood structure.

Its pure Hugo without the Hunchback, unless you want to count Mona, who seemed to be everywhere all the time, just lookin' for a little lovin'.

Big Panama goes running into the darkness of the ranchhouse and in like 20 seconds you hear a scream and *WHOOSH* here he comes flying out the second story window.

Same thing happens to Zigger-zoo, Cherokee, Tubby and the Strackman.

Then Truck-Bob hollers "torch the place" and someone comes up with a gallon of gas, its once for the Devil and once for the Christ, and the next thing you know this weatherbeaten old Ranchhouse is in flames, lighting up the hot August night.
The crowd went wild!

No one ever saw Fighting Joe again, but the next morning his Saint Christopher medal was sifted from the ashes, still glowing red hot like
Shelley's Heart and did not cool until it were dunked, hissing and steaming into the Boys Ranch Pond.
Today it is the site of the nicest little park and community center you would ever want to see. Its been deemed a State Historical Site because of the Old Boys Ranch for Orphans.

But there is not one whit in tribute to the night that Fightin' Joe went down in a blaze of glory.

The legend is that he still wanders the Park and surrounding neighborhoods, looking for his old girlfriend Mi-Mi.
When the wind is out of the southwest,
breathing its way down Devils Backbone and
blowing through the willows by the waters edge,
you can hear ol' Fightin Joe howling for his lost love.

See also The Scariest House, The Continuing Chronicles of Fighting Joe, and Purcell's Treehouse, for more of this story.
It remains largely unfinished, I guess.


petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

A freaky and intriguing story! Are you superstitious, Steve? Are there superstitions you avoid in the kitchen? Would love to hear them if there are!

Mrsupole said...

Yes, this was Friday the 13th Ghost Posts and I have added your link in to the mix on my site. So I think we are planning for the Ghost Posts II on November 13th. Thank you for joining in on the fun.

That was a good story and I wonder how many bones got broken that night. I wonder if the park is haunted if anyone goes there at night.

God bless.

Barbara said...

You do tell a good one!

Hi Steve!

bulletholes said...

Pet, not superstitious at all. If you claim to be, it spoils it all.

Mrsupole- maybe by then I an come up with something new....thanks for sropping in!

Hi Barb!